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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
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lore of the Zelda Franchise. While the events of this site are entirely non-canon, we take advantage of the canons of other
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Flanked by the guards leading into Hyrule Castle, Circe makes eye contact with every one of them as she marches her way into the heart of what was once pure Hylian Royalty. Now home to the infamous Rogue Order run by the self-declared king, Eleazar. She had walked in here once with the intention of asking for a position at his side. She had felt their goals mutual and her powers more than sufficient as a tool. She had approached cautiously that time, weighing each word she said but not groveling. She was collected as she explained her reasons and asked. And she had been awarded a position as a Guild Ace and head sorceress. A position that could deal a lot of damage, which had been exactly what she wanted.
Now she strolled in, staring down each guard hoping one would flinch.Her gold eyes glinting with a sign of delight at the tense but professional stance each guard had as she walked past. In the castle itself, Circe could still see the remnants of the Hylian family, though much of it had been vandalized and re-decorated in the name of Eleazar and the Rogue Order. Not many walked through these doors though, she doubted many would want to and that Eleazar would make it easy for just anyone. But really she was here for someone else entirely. She had spoken around or heard about the Sheikah that had aligned with Eleazar and now led a clan of Sheikah under his name. She had been told that this woman would impress even Circe in her ruthlessness and command. A tall order in the eyes of the witch.
Circe was not the woman to look down on others for not having magic specifically, or at least, having a lesser form of it. But she believed that everyone possessed their own powers and those who didn't capitalize on them weren't worth the effort. She would meet this woman on equal terms and decide for herself what she thought of the Sheikah, Ashur. And Eleazar would just have to hope the woman didn't find a reason for Circe to try and leave her in an ash pile on the carpet.
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A sound resounded throughout the vaulted dungeon, that of sharpened metal against stone. Orange sparks scattered across the cold grey, their new light disappearing just as the lives which beheld them.
‘Executions,’ A beautifully youthful voice that held the strange edge found in old age muttered darkly, ‘It falls upon me once more to perform them. I hold no pleasure in them, but if my liege has ordered it, so it will be.’
Crimson decorated the stone floor into a nauseating pattern, dripping slowly from a silver blade in the wake of a figure wrapped in shadows. Blue carpet was stained permanently in the colour of blood, the noble banner blotted out by the sign of a new regime.
‘Not only does this unseemly act fall upon me, but I must meet with my liege’s new favourite. I do wish he would settle upon one. I have oft had the task of removing them once he loses interest in them, and I do not wish to do that so soon.’
Intruding upon a lavish hall, this figure snapped their slender fingers to dispel the shadows which enveloped their body, that murky darkness retreating into the depths behind them. With a meaningless and plain smile, Ashur was fully revealed to the wicked Zora witch in her military attire and holding her bloodied sword in one hand, her other hand with several documents that portrayed Circe’s likeness by inked portraits, along with several statistics that had been scrawled on in black.
‘A Zora who defected and decided to side with King Eleazar. Within less than a month, was promoted to the position of guild ace with special recommendation. Possesses a unique magic that is fire-based, opposes the usual water-based magic of her tribe. Prone to changing views on whims.’ Ashur spoke bluntly and without any emotion, ‘What do you wish with me, witch?’
When shadows abated and the Sheikah woman presented herself, Circe stopped in her tracks. She studied the look of the woman, militaristic, composed. The bloody blade in her hand spoke to her actions and an unflinching demeanor around the cruelties of the world. Her voice was edged in darkness, similarly she thought, that her own was edged with cruelty. Returning the woman's plain smile with a sharp one of her own, too toothy to be kind, not wide enough to be genuine. Instead it was the posturing so many predators make, a flash of their fangs in challenge and defense. Her mother had once told her a smile was her best defense against the world, poor Aleto just didn't know what her daughter would take from that.
"It seems," she begins, her words lazy, drawn out and lingering, "that I had yet to meet the infamous leader of the Phenix Clan. And I couldn't pass up the opportunity, besides." another sharp smile as Circe cocks her head to one side, white hair loose and fluttering over her shoulder. "We are coworkers after all, shouldn't we get along?"
Compared to her own garb, Ashur was dressed far more regally. A military uniform, crisp lines, clean cloth. Circe wore the scaled and patterned layers of leather armor. Across the torso and down her non-dominant hand, protecting her chest, at her knees and shins. Under that, was simple, but not inexpensive linen and silk pants and blouse. Pinned at one shoulder with a clasp bearing remarkable similarity to the claw of a mythical creature was a cloak of the richest red fabric. "You have so diligently done your research on me, but what of you? Your clan, a renegade of Sheikah opposing the royal throne and backing Eleazar. Gaining his trust, like you've no doubt done many times in your long life. I will always be so jealous of your lengthy lifespans, another failing of the Zora I suppose. They do have so many, your lord must agree." as she speaks, Circe strolls slowly forward to Ashur, only stopping just in front of her.
"Now, if you have something to bring up with me, by all means. Go ahead."
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‘You speak of us being coworkers, but I see that as not exactly the truth. It is not as if we work together towards a common goal. We have joined this organisation run by my lord for different reasons. Reasons which may be in complete contradiction.’
Listening with enough interest to register the Zora witches’ meaning, Ashur replied simply, ‘My reasons are personal, and yet speak for many; they have a deeper meaning that one such as you could never understand - you who has turned your back upon those who raised you. Besides, I doubt you even care for our reasons, no one filled by such selfishness as you are ever does…’
Returning the files she held on the fire-wielding Zora back into her coat pocket, she continued, ‘You do know the dangers that come about of those who double-cross us, and those who have the foolishness to trustus, do you not? They are never seen again. That is why I called you here - to ensure that you do not dare to think of doing such things.’
Circe was enjoying this, the sharp tongues speaking as if they could truly bite each other. She had no false notion that Ashur would ever be an ally in the traditional sense. Of course, everyone joined a cause for their own reasons, but that cause is what forces those together. Whether they wanted it or not. Circe knew that, and it shouldn't have been an unknown notion to this dark woman. "But you fight for your lord, do you not? And I do the same thing. Sure, the why's and such drivel are different. But that should not matter. Unless of course, you don't truly care for the work you're doing? That could sour feelings towards you here." Circe said simply, as if this were truly just playful banter and not a veiled threat. Not that Circe truly felt the need to threaten Ashur, it was how she was. Threats kept people in line with her needs, and if she could force a reaction from Ashur, learn something about the woman. It was in her favor.
She's about to stop her, skip over the reasoning. She didn't quite care, though she wanted to know more about Ashur. A personal curiosity, a natural reaction when one is given something they can't understand at first glance. The Sheikah woman did that to Circe, made her wonder. But the note about Zora sours Circe's mood. So much so that the fake grin she'd had disappears, and she almost sneers at the woman. "You talk not understanding reasoning and then blatantly flaunt your ignorance of me. Do not take me for some will-less wretch. I did not abandon those who raised me. No one raised me, least of all the Zora of the Sea's. They abandoned me, because they are weak-minded and fearful of what they do not understand. Power." Circe's tone is cold as ice, and though her body language doesn't shift, revealing not so much as a hair of change in the look of their conversation from an outside perspective, Circe's natural fire is broiling under her skin.
"I am selfish, yes. You are a fool not to be, Sheikah." she says simply. "Don't worry your pretty little ashen head. I have not trusted another living being in quite some time. It is a fool who trusts those whose intentions are not clearly known. And it is an even bigger fool to trust someone who tells you them immediately."
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Watching fire boil furiously within Circe’s body, Ashur’s blank slate of a face parted with the emergence of a thin smile,
‘I had been expecting a strong reaction but nothing as vivid as that,’ she procured a feathered quill and scribbled down inked symbols upon the files she had compiled on the Zora witch, ‘I thoroughly enjoyed the performance. While I will not lie that I am serving my liege’s purposes for my own reasons, I have sworn my undying loyalty to him. I expect you to do the same. For if you do not, I cannot trust you. You say I should not trust, but if I were to constantly doubt those on my liege’s side, how could I ever take a step towards defeating his enemies?’
Her smile once more receded into an emotionless facade as she passed the files on the Zora witch to an attendant who had emerged from the shadows lying behind her,
‘If you were to prove to be an obstacle,’ her mask of an expression darkened with malice, ‘I would have no qualms with killing you. Execution. I am often tasked with executions. I will not say they are appetising, but someone must do them. Any obstacle to my liege must be removed. Such is my oath.
A thin and soft hiss of air escaped between Circe's teeth as she calmed herself. 'Vivid display' that's what Ashur called her anger, wanting to torment the witch into showing her true colors. "That's not the display you should be looking out for, executioner." she says, willing ice into her veins to calm her down. Her voice is steady and cool. "You shouldn't trust me, that's just the truth of it. What you should trust in, is my patience and willingness to see this through to the end. We all have things we want in this world, trust that I would do anything to achieve them." the witch puts simply.
"You can try and kill me, by all means. We can tear Hyrule Castle to the ground, and with it this order that your liege has put so much effort in to. Or we can keep Hyrule and the rest of this forsaken isle in our jaws and work." Circe tells her, staring around the perfectly flammable drapes and rugs that adorned this section of the castle tattered as they were. Then her gold eyes make contact with the assistant stepping out of the shadows to take those files Ashur had so diligently collected on her. She stares the attendant down, sending that same icy chill down the spine of him that she had sent the guards. Don't tempt her. The gaze said.
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Waving away her attendant into the sparse shadows, Ashur took one step forwards towards the Zora witch - a single and calculated step. She took one step forwards and placed her hand upon her sheathe. But she did not move to unsheathe the blade within or to raise it in any other way against Circe, instead releasing it from the latch upon her waist and dropping it into the shadows below. As her blade fell through the shadows and into that dark plane none but her attendants could access, she extended her hand out with a slight and thin smile:
‘You speak with resolve, witch. That will do us good - if you are held to that resolve. I will do all that I can as my liege’s aide to ensure you are given the help required to pursue your own aim. There is no need for us to be at each other’s throats if you say this can be solved so pleasantly, so let us leave our enmity aside. My liege trusts you and sees you not as an obstacle but a great help, and so too shall I. I might not yet fully approve of you, but I can respect that resolve of yours. So let me test that resolve, together with you, as a fellow agent of my liege.’
‘As a woman of my word, I would like to seal this partnership. Formally, with a handshake, if you would be so willing.’
Her expression turned to its usual blankness, betraying no idea of false intentions, nor indeed of frankness, but her hand remained extended while waiting for the Zora witch’s decision. ‘Executions. Someone must do them. But why does it have to be just one person?’